...tell me i can go this far... and no more... try to show be me how to render... slam the door... you offered shelter as a prise... much to dare... and your kind of love and kindness... disappeared... so don't prank how you have changed and everything's been rearanged... i though it was over and done but it's still the same each and everyone...being kind is just a way to keep me under your harm... and i can cry cause there is something we've always done...tell me i'm free of the past now and ofthoselies .. i offered you the same things... in a diffrent lies..